Where Have You Been? - Ponyboy x Reader

"I'm not feelin' too well." - Chpt. 12

2nd Person PoV

After everyone finished up the greatest breakfast ever created, they lounged around on your couch for hours in comfortable silence. By noon time, Soda and Steve had to leave and get ready for work, taking the rest of the gang with them. You would've gone too, but you figured it'd be nice to get some beauty rest before going out with Johnny and Pony.

A nice night was exactly what you needed to mend your friendship with Ponyboy once and for all. Plus, Johnny was gonna be there as a buffer. What could go wrong?

Since the boys did a pretty swell job cleaning up after themselves, you didn't have much to do. You straightened up the slightest bit and went up to nap shortly after. Your bed was made, with your old photos sitting out on the nightstand next to a sharpie.

'Damnit Dally.'

You picked them up and turned over the top picture. On the back, was a note.

"Thanks for lettin' me crash. I noticed these while I was straightening up. This was my favorite one. The stupid face you were makin' really got me. You were a cute kid Doll, what happened?-"

Motherfucker. You read on despite how well he captured his obscure attitude in writing.

"-I'm jokin' man. You haven't changed too much. Keep it that way. Its a good look.

Sincerely Yours ;)
Dallas Winston"

He surely was full of surprises. A smile found its way upon your face, feeling lucky to have met such a guy, never mind a whole pack of them. You laid face down into your pillow. It still smelled like him. Cigarettes and cheap cologne. You basked it as well as the memories. Thinking of it all helped you doze off. Face in pillow, photo in hand. The life you lived was a dream in and of itself.

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'ding- ding- ding'

The grandfather clock sitting in the foyer chimed quietly, but your body decided it was time to get up anyways. You slipped out of your unconscious state and turned over into a normal position.

'Fuck. My neck is killing. I can't be sleeping like that.'

You attempted to rub out the crook in your neck, as you glanced at the digital clock sitting beside you.

'Three o'clock. I should probably start getting ready.'

Drowsiness held your body hostage. A shower would definitely help with that. You got a good stretch in and heaved yourself out of bed. Stars clouded your vision, to which you quickly rubbed away. Your towel and robe rested on your dresser. You picked them up and left the room to rid yourself of the post-nap yuckiness.

Looking at your shower gave you a touch of PTSD. Last time you tried to shower, you slipped on your ass and exposed yourself to Ponyboy. Plenty of pride died on that floor, but now you had a cautious mindset when approaching a similar situation. Every step was careful and calculated, unlike before. You set the temperature to warm and spent a good amount of time washing away your stress.

With the towel in your hair, and your satin robe around your shoulders, it was time to find an outfit. Johnny hinted that you should dress up to a certain degree. Weird, but okay. You reached into your closet and stumbled upon a simple, short black dress that hugged your curves nicely. That should do the trick. It paired well with black tights and boots if your mind served you right. With a bit more digging, you'd put together your outfit. Last but not least, makeup. You sprung for a heavier eye look than usual. Thick eyeliner with clumpy mascara, and a nude lip to top it off. Looking good girl! Your hair would probably dry curly in the towel, so you left it alone.